From ev’ry stormy wind that blows,
From ev’ry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat:
’Tis found before the mercy seat.

There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads-
A place of all on earth more sweet:
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.

There is a place where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.

There, there, on eagle’s wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heav’n comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.

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